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Involving older women or men, our mature stories posts appeal to people who enjoy an experienced hand in the bedroom. There's nothing like sex with an older partner to get up to speed with the finer arts involved in love making. Younger guys are sure to love the milf stories.

“ … and she was saying how lonely she is. You know, we really must invite her round soon,” Rose was saying, as they were eating their breakfast one Monday morning. “Yes dear, whatever you say,” Kevin mumbled into his newspaper, and went back to reading the match report of Saturday’s big game. “You didn't hear a word I said,” said Rose, slightly irritated. “Um, what dear? What were...Read On

I resolve how to deal with the two indecent proposals made to me, well sort of!

My evening at Ken and Karen’s BBQ was rushing by and before the end of it I needed to resolve the conundrum that offers from Dave and Ken had caused me. Ken wanted me to have sex with his much younger wife, Karen because he liked to eat her pussy straight after she'd fucked another man. Dave, on the other hand, had asked me to double up his wife, Claire. DP was, apparently, something Claire...Read On

Miss Janice Brown had been a pupil at our school and then had a long career here as a teacher, before retiring seven years ago. I first met her when I was preparing a paper on student experiences at school. Clara (Miss MacDougall) suggested that it would be good to compare the past and present pupil life and Janice was more than happy to help. She lived nearby so I could visit her regularly. ...Read On

After the unexpected, but highly pleasant events on the first night of my stay in Tenerife with Dave and Claire I was rather uncertain what was going to happen the day after. I had only briefly seen Dave and Claire on Sunday morning. All seemed to be fine with them and no mention or any other indication was made of Claire and Maria’s visit to my bedroom for what had been my first FFM...Read On

My affair with Judy lasted almost a full five years. We were never caught and no one ever suspected anything about us. The only two people that knew were my wife, who Judy confessed to last summer, and Judy's friend Jennifer, who Judy told a long time ago and who I hooked up with separately (a mother in law referral). Had we wanted to, we could have kept going. Even today, we could still...Read On

A couple return to the Island of Love for a special holiday that ends in a most surprising way

How often I wonder, do we make seemingly random choices which go on to utterly alter the course of the rest of our lives. We all pride ourselves on being rational beings, only making decisions after weighing up all the possibilities and considering the consequences, but in fact, I think that most people are far more irrational than they admit. It was certainly true in the case of my wife and...Read On

A dinner party thrown by my hosts on my first night in Tenerife rather sets the tone of my stay!

A dinner party on my first night with Dave and Claire was a bit of a surprise, but then, they did have an active social life on the Island. I'd been so pleased to accept their invitation to stay for a week or two. Since Gill left me, life had been a little mundane, to say the least, so some time with old friends in the warm sun was something I was not going to let go by. Gill and I had met...Read On

‘Babs!’ She looked in her mid-teens, but I knew differently - I had been at the Café on the day she came of age… twenty-one. Given the way she looked, tall and very willowy, I doubt she wore a bra and never displayed a VPL, so almost certainly wore a thong. Certainly she had an ass that was perfect. Eye wateringly, dribblingly so. Oh! And she flirted, outrageously. With everyone....Read On

Being a teacher is not easy, and when Mrs. Hoper learns about Simon's secret, she is shocked.

I looked out over the class room and noted the clicks of students. Jocks, nerds, goths, the pretty girls, the ugly girls, and then there was Simon. Simon was special, neither a nerd, nor a jock, he was just Simon. Water combed hair neatly parted and that day he wore a light blue collared shirt under a cute little dark blue vest. A gold loop in his left earlobe and he wore flannel pants and...Read On

I had known Carol since she was a small child when she had come to live next door with her brother Peter and the woman I assumed was her mother. We later learned that Carol was actually Rachel's goddaughter and that she had accepted the responsibility for her care and upbringing when both her parents were killed in a motor accident. Although she had no close relatives, Rachel had never...Read On

6: Pussy galore. For some reason, the final session of the week with all four of us together was to take place at my bungalow; which wasn't the original plan at all. But, well, things, you know, kind of just ended up happening this way. The distractions of the day had passed and the evening belonged to just our little gang of insatiable sexpots. We had arranged to meet up at six as I had...Read On

5: Angie and Ben. Angie lay on her bed watching as I got dressed. It had gone ten and I was getting ready to head home and get some much-needed rest. "What?" I smiled as I looked at her lying there with her chin resting in her hands. "Oh, nothing," she replied happily, "It's not every day I can say I watched a man putting his clothes back on in my bedroom. Least not for a few years anyway."...Read On

Ricardo walked in to find Ivy lying on her bed, staring at her profile page. He frowned and knelt on the ground, his elbows on the bed, his face by her shoulder. “What is it, love?” he asked softly. Ivy swallowed and then, she replied, “Guy I used to video-masturbate with said I never treated him right. He was one of the first and I did everything he said. He even dumped me first and said I...Read On

Sharon teaches Ben all about Anal sex and how to fuck her ass just the way she likes it.

Tuesday. The day after the day before. Autumn had settled in. Nature was preparing for hibernation and the landscape was cast in strewn shades of burnished copper. The air was crisp this morning as I walked along a gravel path that wound its way through the nearby woods. I stood for a moment and breathed deeply of its freshness as I thought back on the previous forty-eight hours that...Read On

Part 3. Ruth and Ben. The four of us sat around Sharon's kitchen table working out our new routine for the coming week. A couple of days had passed since the first session and yesterday had me flat out on my sofa recovering from our little adventure. Angie, as usual, was in charge and taking notes. "Alright," she said, calling us to order, "Here's what I'm thinking. Six days. Monday...Read On

The coach pulls into the station and the passengers climb off looking relived after their journey, some muttering about something I can‘t quite hear. I am tired, just want to sit down and get home. The ‘Lads party’ finally get off the bus with the driver say that they will pay for the mess. Their reply is not very pleasant about driver parentage and how he could sodomized himself. I go to...Read On

Part 2: With age comes grace dressed as wit and worn with experience. The imagination is a wonderful thing. She is a blank canvas upon which you can paint the day dreams that float through your mind. Sexual imagination is the emotion that speaks to each of us in her own intimate way in visions of light and dark. The fantasy we all seek to make real. I sat naked on the edge of Angie's big...Read On

Death is not only the mother of beauty as the poem goes but also the mother of opportunity... So it was with the passing of a favorite Aunt who left this mortal realm one damp Autumn morning in October. The mourning days passed as my mother grieved for a beloved sister as her life became fond memories told as stories to those of us left behind. Time waits for no one. Life moves on. And with...Read On

Mrs. Parker allows a former student to practice massage on her. Was she in for a surprise!

Being the good girl that she always was, Margaret undressed as she was instructed, carefully folding her clothes and placing them on the chair. She took the large bath towel and nervously wrapped herself in it and laid down on the massage table. Matthew gently knocked on the door and sweetly asked, “Are you ready, Mrs. Parker?” “Yes, Matthew, I’m all set,” Margaret answered tenuously....Read On

Progress was made. Our neighbor, Mrs. Wilders, the aunt of my virgin girlfriend Lisa, used to watch me like a master sergeant. But eventually, after some sophisticated foreplay which I had initiated, she seduced me under the raspberry bushes in the flowering garden when I visited her a few days ago. I had successfully played the nice, eighteen-year-old boy, making her curious after...Read On

Hi, my name is Mark. This incident took place a couple of months before my nineteenth birthday. Ever since I had started masturbating, there were four women who have been fuelling my fantasies. All were the epitome of the word MILF and to top that they were my neighbors. It was a Saturday and my parents had gone on a trip, and with several of the neighborhood MILFs out in their respective...Read On

The meal went well. Mags sat on Paul’s right with Kay on his left. Everyone was chatting away. They had ordered and were all drinking Chablis. Mags had her left leg pressed against Paul’s right leg. Paul put his hand under the tablecloth and soon found her wet pussy. She had a huge clit; he slid two fingers inside her, and she was gripping his fingers tightly. Paul put his left leg...Read On

My friends all crack up that I’m into older women. But, I really like being with women who are old like my mother or even better like my grandmother. I just think that women who are more mature are more caring and appreciate a younger man. Older women like to be appreciated and loved. They’ve been around the block and understand life. Most are either widowed or just lonely. Most of...Read On

Frau Rach, the woman who introduced me to the life of sexuality had moved out of our house about a year ago. I was in high school, and eighteen years old. We had a casual phone conversation a few times. I had still had my sweet girlfriend who liked kissing and petting on dark park benches, but I also got to know the girl’s aunt, a very sexy mature woman, who was our neighbor and let me...Read On

When I was just sixteen years old, growing up in Germany, we had a single woman with two daughters renting a room in our house. She was about the age of my mother (who was a war widow). This woman, her name was Frau (Mrs.) Rach, was supposed to take care of our household and my little sis when my mother was working. I was a pretty innocent high school student with a sweet girl friend, who...Read On

Adam was brought back to reality when the bell rang. He’d spent the entirety of the class staring at her again; it’s no wonder he needed private tutoring after school. It’s not that he didn’t understand the math, he just couldn’t pay attention when he could get away with daydreaming for an hour. He stood up and gathered his books to head for last period. “We’re still on for today?” asked...Read On

The sudden shock of the cold water made her open her mouth and eyes wide...

There are two things I enjoy that, when experienced together make me feel wonderful. All right, I know what you are thinking but no, I mean a hot summer's day and my garden. Those two things together have the ability to make me forget all my troubles and woes. You see, when the sun shines, I can potter around in my garden to my heart's content and when the chores are completed and the...Read On

The sound of a ringing phone. "Hello." "Hi, Joyce." "Oh, hi Gert, how are you?" "Fine, work is okay. I won seventy-five dollars in Bingo last night." "Nice, like an extra day's pay without working for it." "Joyce, does Jeff still work with electricity, like for houses?" "Yes he does, he is working as an apprentice, why?" "I have a fan on the fritz, it hasn't worked since I bought...Read On

Chapter One Kay put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. There weren't many, as only Paul and she were in the house this week. Alex, her husband, was in London. She had taken him to the airport ten days ago. She had a text message from him on Friday saying that he would be staying in London for the foreseeable future. Kay had not replied to the message. They had had separate bedrooms...Read On

Every other weekend I used to go over to my grandparents’ house to cut their lawn. On one visit, I was upset and quite depressed having just broken up with my boyfriend. I was cutting the lawn when their neighbor waived as he usual did. I was in a rotten mood and felt as if I hated all men. After I’d finished and burned off some adrenaline, I felt more relaxed. The exercise was a good...Read On